It’s gone. It’s lost. Only a few moments into it’s glory and the season of you has passed.
A glorious flash of blinding heat and life spreading across me like the sun in summer.
The pull of you close to me rendering me unable to look or pull even one step away.
Your touch on my skin such a thrilling free fall sending unending chills through me.
Your kiss more encompassing than being swallowed in the ocean, from the moment I was in your presence I no longer owned myself.
Will you remember me?
Am I like the writing on your wristband, the writing worn off and the words long since forgotten?
The old scratch of the worn writing only a light trace of evidence that something was once written.
Your memory handcuffs me, enslaving me to something that is not there; something invisible…
Did I imagine you? Even when I can almost forget for a moment it’s a piece on my keychain embedding itself into even an unconscious part of my life.
I feel the ache into my soul, deeper than my bones threatening to spasm out to the surface at any moment.
How can so few breaths as ours have claimed me so?
How is it that I am now a part of it instead of it being a part of me? How to release and reclaim myself?
And how to I find the will to want to?